Under One Person, your rebellious life has reached the heavens?

Zhang Chulan's expression changed slightly, and he asked the old master, "Master, since it's overseas, is the trial location closed off?"

"Yes, there is a barrier set up by the Jiang Clan there, forming a world of its own, isolated from the outside world."

Zhang Zhiwei shifted his gaze from Zhang Chulan to Rong Shan and Zhang Lingyu, and instructed them:

"With your abilities, once you get in, it will be difficult to get out. Moreover, food and water resources on the island are extremely scarce. You should think twice before you go in."

Without the slightest hesitation, Zhang Lingyu set an example:

“Master, I am willing to go. Please grant my request.”

"Master, hey, um, I'd like to go for a stroll too."

Rong Shan scratched his head, somewhat embarrassed, and said:

"It's one thing to have itchy hands, but with Lao Shi... and Chu Lan, we can look out for each other and make you worry less."

"Rongshan, you're so thoughtful."

Zhang Zhiwei smiled with satisfaction, his eyes kind and his wrinkles smoothing out slightly.

"Master, I'll go too."

Zhang Chulan quickly raised his hand to indicate that this was a great opportunity for trial and a shortcut to improve his abilities; it would be a huge loss not to take it.

"Alright, pack your bags tonight, and we'll set off tomorrow."

Zhang Zhiwei was somewhat looking forward to the trials these three young men would face; perhaps this experience could be the catalyst for breaking the ice in their relationship.

"The island is fraught with danger. I only have one piece of advice for you: do not be arrogant or conceited. Try to travel with the disciples of the Sanyi Sect as much as possible. They are all young people. You can get to know each other by chatting. Be open and honest. It would be good to make friends."

"Never act alone. Even if you don't want to contact those disciples, the three of you must stay together. No one can be left behind. Do you understand?"

Zhang Zhiwei spoke earnestly, not knowing exactly what kind of superpowers those Japanese people possessed. Whether it was Zhang Chulan, Zhang Lingyu, or Rong Shan, once they were targeted by those executioners who carried out assassination missions year after year, they would be surrounded and attacked by dozens of people, and with their cultivation level, they would surely die.

"clear!!!"

Seeing the unusual solemnity on the old Celestial Master's face, the three of them spoke in unison.

"Go ahead and get ready."

.......

The next day.

The four people who took a flight early in the morning arrived at Sanyi Gate at 2 p.m.

The Taoist palace was towering, ancient and solemn. Fresh air was everywhere, seeping into every pore. After their arrival, they felt an inexplicable sense of refreshment and comfort, and their overall mental state improved considerably.

Lu Jin received his old friend, and the two had a very pleasant conversation.

Two disciples from the Sanyi Sect who participated in the trial were still on their way. Lu Gong from the Lu family had been dragged here by the old man long ago and was talking with Lu Lin and others.

Upon seeing that they were fellow Daoists from Longhu Mountain, a disciple from the sect came over and greeted Rong Shan, Zhang Lingyu, and Zhang Chulan, inviting them to discuss cooperation matters regarding the trial.

Time flew by, and evening arrived. After dinner, all the trial participants gathered downstairs at the Scripture Pavilion.

Before setting off, Lu Jin explained the rules to them again, which took less than five minutes.

All the trial participants present were on high alert, listening attentively. They were facing ninety-six extraordinary individuals from the East, and no one dared to be careless.

After Lu Jin finished speaking, everyone waited quietly in front of the pavilion. Chengzhen turned around, looked at the fourth floor, and said softly:

"Uncle-Master, everyone is here. The trial can begin at any time."

Inside the building, Jiang Mo put down the tablet he was using to browse information on the dark web. He didn't even go downstairs; he simply raised his right hand and touched the air with his index finger.

In an instant, a vast expanse of true energy overflowed, and a blazing white vortex appeared in front of the pavilion. The trial participants were shocked, for through the vortex they saw an island with a blue sea and sky.

Is this the divine power of Venerable Chenqing? It can actually help them cross two distant places in an instant.

The three men from Longhu Mountain and the young man from the Lü family, in particular, had their pupils shrink, utterly shocked.

From their previous conversation, they learned that their destination was North Colley Island, 14,000 kilometers away from the Trinity Gate. Now, it was so close, just a step away. It would be a lie to say they weren't in awe. Their previous understanding of the Extraordinary People was completely overturned at this moment.

"Keep it up, little ones."

Chengzhen smiled gently, like a warm sun, and encouraged everyone.

"call out!"

"call out!"

One by one, figures crossed the blazing white vortex and descended upon North Kolai Island, and the trial began!

Chapter 318 Night Talk When No One Is There, Physical Calamity

In just a few seconds, the 11 trial participants completed the teleportation ritual. Before the blazing white vortex closed, their landing location changed, and they were transferred to another location on the island.

Elders such as Lu Jin, Zhang Zhiwei, and Lü Ci entered one after another to secretly watch over them.

Soon, the vortex dissipated, and Jiang Mo, inside the building, remained unharmed, continuing to look down at the documents on the dark web.

After a while, the phone next to him vibrated slightly. The caller ID showed an elderly man with a white face and a bright spirit. Jiang Mo answered the call, a faint smile appearing on his lips.

"What's wrong, Senior Brother?"

"Have you all settled in with the kids? If you have some free time, why don't you come over and sit for a while?"

The old man was worried about Jiang Mo's condition. He had noticed something was wrong with Jiang Mo's speech at the previous trial meeting, so he privately invited him to meet afterward.

"As you wish."

Jiang Mo withdrew from the dark web. He possessed a surge of innate Qi, making it easy to find his location in the vast world. His figure disappeared like a phantom, and when he reappeared, he was already in front of a wooden house on the shore of a reservoir.

Si Chong's back looked very old. He sat hunched over on a small stool, holding a fishing rod in his hand, silently waiting for ripples to appear on the dim water.

Hearing the commotion behind him, the old man said without turning his head:

"You've arrived? Junior brother, please have a seat."

Jiang Mo stepped closer, activating his true power and controlling the evolution of the Qi in the rock and soil, and a hard, dry stone chair emerged from the ground.

He sat down next to the old man and jokingly asked, "How was your day?"

"I caught four grass carp, each weighing several pounds. I'll make you some fish soup later. I'll add a little wine in. I remember when you were young, you loved that delicious fish soup."

"Okay, then I'll have to trouble you."

Jiang Mo reminisced about the good old days. The diet of the Sanyi Sect was relatively light, based on the concept that alcohol should replenish vital energy and meat should strengthen the body. Similar to the Zhengyi Sect, they did not abstain from meat or alcohol, and they could also marry and have children.

When he was young, every time he practiced martial arts, he would be covered in injuries from the hard training. It was his senior brother Zuo who would help him apply medicine to soothe his meridians and improve his blood circulation. The little guy in front of him would always feel sorry for him and would occasionally go to the mountain streams to catch fish and cook him a fish soup to nourish him.

Thanks to the care of his two senior brothers, he spent his time practicing peacefully and fulfillingly.

It all seems like it happened yesterday. In the blink of an eye, a hundred years have passed. Now, the only one left of his generation is this little old man.

"Why don't you tell me what's bothering you?"

It seems that Chong and Jiang Mo have known each other for most of their lives and are as close as brothers. No matter how confused or slow-witted the old man is, he can sense the faint worry in his junior brother's eyes, as if he is preparing for a rainy day.

"I cannot know for sure about the uncertain future, but what I can foresee is that a global catastrophe is approaching step by step."

Jiang Mo didn't hide anything and directly expressed his truest thoughts.

"Therefore, I revisited martial arts techniques last year, further resonating with my physical body, and made some progress, in preparation for the changing times and impending calamities."

Ripples spread across the water's surface; a fish had taken the bait, but he seemed to be lurking, yet ignored it. He had never seen his junior brother with such a serious expression before, and he fell into deep thought.

Are you worried about the G1 drug overseas?

"Do not."

"The G1 reagent is like a mold on an assembly line, mass-producing aliens, which is not within my scope of concern."

Gazing at the dark reservoir, Jiang Mo murmured:

"I'm just afraid that one day I'll be imprisoned and unable to take care of you all..."

With a "plop!" sound, as if a fisherman pulled up the fishing rod and cast it ashore, a plump silver carp struggled fiercely, slapping its tail.

"There's no need to worry about things that haven't happened yet. Besides, even if you're not here, Junior Brother, Chengzhen, Xiao Lu, and I can take good care of the sect. You can rest assured."

"Let's pack up and go, junior brother. Let's go back inside and I'll cook you some of my best dishes."

Si Chong, carrying a small stool and a fish bucket, walked back shakily, looking like an ordinary old man.

He did not activate the triple rebirth, and over the years he has become accustomed to this natural aging process, experiencing a transformation in his state of mind, and increasingly tending towards tranquility and peace.

moment.

The dim light bulbs inside the wooden house lit up, and the firewood burned brightly. It was a rare occasion to see his junior brother. His busy figure moved in and out, constantly stir-frying meat and vegetables. The rich aroma of home-cooked food wafted from the kitchen, filling the whole house with fragrance.

About an hour later, the narrow wooden table was filled with steaming dishes: four meat dishes, three vegetable dishes, and a soup. The man seemed exhausted and sweating profusely, yet he was thoroughly enjoying himself.

The fish soup in the pot was clear and delicious. As Jiang Mo drank it, the familiar taste instantly filled his heart, making him feel somewhat dazed.

"Come on, drink more to warm your stomach. You've been absorbing the essence of nature all day long, and you've been fasting and eating coarse grains. If you go on like this, you'll lose the warmth of everyday life, and that won't do."

He seemed to scoop bowl after bowl of hot soup, his cloudy eyes filled with concern.

To him, even if the white-haired youth in front of him became the best in the world, the best in the globe, he would still be his taciturn junior brother.

What will happen to him if I'm no longer here?

Jiang Mo hadn't felt this relaxed in a long time.

He was deeply moved. Urged on by his senior's teasing, he ate his rice in large mouthfuls and finished off all the dishes on the table, finally feeling a long-lost sense of fullness.

After meal.

The bright moon hung in the sky, and countless stars twinkled. The two brothers sat chatting on the lawn outside the house, seemingly brewing flower tea and handing it to Jiang Mo.

"If you're tired, take a break..."

"Life is long, take it slow."

As one of Jiang Mo's closest confidants, it seems that Chong is aware of his situation.

For seventy years, he has been constantly tempered by the pain of the Soul-Breaking Curse, and has also endured the triple rebirth and the two ultimate techniques of the Heavenly Kingdom. The degree of mental and physical exhaustion he has suffered far exceeds the limits of ordinary people.

Even a cultivator at the third level of advancement, after maintaining this state for over twenty years, had to stop and rest.

His true qi and innate qi are still abundant, but as time goes by, maintaining the qi body in a normal state day after day will still make him feel tired and exhausted.

Jiang Mo has been doing this for seventy years, silently persevering. If it were anyone else, they would probably have collapsed long ago. How could they move so freely like him?

It is no exaggeration to say that, from Si Chong's perspective, he was more convinced than anyone else that his junior brother had reached an unprecedented level of cultivation, undoubtedly the most remarkable achievement in the history of supernatural beings over the past five hundred years.

He felt both gratified and heartbroken.

The laws of nature are cyclical, and the development of all things follows certain rules. My junior brother's dominance over the mortal world and his standing at the pinnacle come at a considerable price.

His mental energy was being depleted every moment. In such a torturous and long period of time, he had long since forged a monstrous soul that had absolute control over his physical body.

Today, it seems that Chong has touched the threshold of the second stage of the Profound Fate Realm and has a vague understanding of why Jiang Mo almost had an accident during his seclusion back then.

In the stillness of the night, the old man's voice echoed across the wilderness, urging his junior apprentice to rest properly.

Jiang Mo pondered for a moment, then said seriously:

"Hmm...you're right. Actually, after all these years, I've gotten used to it."

"I sometimes feel disoriented. The end of this road is so far away, so far that I am still struggling to cross an endless sea of ​​suffering."

Jiang Mo's words came from the bottom of his heart.

His rebirth has been marked by tiny breakthroughs every day.

He saw the end of the seventh level of the Profound Fate Realm, and it did indeed exist. However, his progress was as slow as a snail climbing a hill. He didn't know when he would have the opportunity to advance to the next level and achieve a new realm.

"It's alright..."

"Junior brother, we will all be with you all the way."

He appeared old and frail, his voice weak and feeble, yet he solemnly promised, "Don't worry, everyone's here..."

"Thank you, senior brother."

Jiang Mo smiled gently, her mood improving considerably.

On the long road ahead, it feels good to have old friends by your side. If one day, those who remember him, understand him, and are close to him are no longer there, it would be unimaginably dull and boring.

In a sense, the moment when no one remembers him is also a form of death.

"Are you feeling alright?"